Thanks! I forsee Yan being an issue for the Federation in the future, possibly far more than Commander Dogface is for the Empire...
Really enjoying these, glad I asked.
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Thanks! I forsee Yan being an issue for the Federation in the future, possibly far more than Commander Dogface is for the Empire...
Really enjoying these, glad I asked.
As a fellow pilot, I will tell you my story aboard my ship, the Colosseum. I gave her that name as it has the best seat in the galaxy in which to view the spectacle of combat with interludes of secret deals. Anyway come aboard and watch you step and mind the low [trip, bang] ahh, my head, where am I and who are you? .....
Amen to that!
I'm commander Paul Bryant, my real name, and I intend to play myself. With a twist.
I'm myself, with a unique "gizmo" that allows me to enter a alternate dimension, the Elite Universe.
Before anyone says "that's not role playing" give me a second to explain. It is role playing. I'll be myself in Elite, because of my "gizmo" I'm something of a time traveler from another dimension. This allows me to tie my real life "self" to my in game "self". Probably doesn't make a lot of sense but, every since I read "Gizmo from outer space" in the second grade I've always fantasize about a secret gizmo that allows me to communicate with beings from another world.
Elite: Dangerous is allowing me to live a childhood fantasy and role play as myself in circumstances that would never be possible.
When my DK2 get's here, the illusion will be complete
I'm myself, with a unique "gizmo" that allows me to enter a alternate dimension, the Elite Universe.
Before anyone says "that's not role playing" give me a second to explain. It is role playing. I'll be myself in Elite, because of my "gizmo" I'm something of a time traveler from another dimension. This allows me to tie my real life "self" to my in game "self". Probably doesn't make a lot of sense but, every since I read "Gizmo from outer space" in the second grade I've always fantasize about a secret gizmo that allows me to communicate with beings from another world.
Elite: Dangerous is allowing me to live a childhood fantasy and role play as myself in circumstances that would never be possible.
When my DK2 get's here, the illusion will be complete
CATPAIN KIRK was born to Jebediah Kirk, an unemployed bin man in يد الجوزاء 's vicinity and an unknown mother.
Being unemployed, Jebediah had lots of time on his hands and started digging databases for his last names origins, half-heartedly learning to read in the process but ultimately ending up in watching videos.
He found traces of the surname Kirk in ancient video fragments, concluding that Captain Kirk would be the founder of the Kirk Dynasty.
When CATPAIN was born, Jebadiah filled in the necessary forms to the best of his knowledge.
Despite suffering from fetal alcohol syndrome, CATPAIN managed to win a pilot license at a drinking contest in his late thirties.
And that is where the story begins.
Being unemployed, Jebediah had lots of time on his hands and started digging databases for his last names origins, half-heartedly learning to read in the process but ultimately ending up in watching videos.
He found traces of the surname Kirk in ancient video fragments, concluding that Captain Kirk would be the founder of the Kirk Dynasty.
When CATPAIN was born, Jebadiah filled in the necessary forms to the best of his knowledge.
Despite suffering from fetal alcohol syndrome, CATPAIN managed to win a pilot license at a drinking contest in his late thirties.
And that is where the story begins.
Difficult to avoid clichés, even our own lives are clichés !
Istério Larmakosa was born and spent most of his youth under the light of Tau Ceti. His father was a military officer stationed in that same system. His mother was a painter and art teacher. At a very young age, Istério displayed some skills in drawing and music. Although his father had taught him early the basics of piloting, he supported his son's enthusiasm for music. Young Istério soon met the local music business sharks and realized art was not just art, but also business. His talents were used for mediocre productions, and he quickly became disgusted by the mentality of this milieu.
He retired and took a small job in a financial company, as a temporary setback. There he met Anori Nayat, the woman who would later give him a son and a daughter and who he would spend the next 12 years with. Settled in a totally new line of job, administering data center, and programming all kinds of support and network applications, he didn't feel like he accomplished his destiny but found joy in watching his kids growing up. His routine provided him some time to get interests in all kinds of political matters, and started reading a lot. He realized soon that there was something wrong about the Federation. But he was seeing the rest of the universe as being far more evil.
Someday he took interest in a man who had been harassed, even beaten to death for his view, and was bullied by the media. Laws had been passed to make sure nothing he had to say could be heard or repeated. For some reason, Istério felt like siding with this man, despite not supporting his talks. Sure, the guy was saying things that weren't nice to hear and with which he had learn to disagree with from his younger age, and probably that guy was wrong to do so, but still, the guy was just talking and writing. He hadn't killed anyone, nor did he threaten to do so. He was actually the one in danger, while the media were showing him as a threat and never relayed agressions or murder attempts on him.
His curiousity peaked when he learned that this man would visit Tau Ceti, braving the strong presence of military forces and political superstars of all kinds. Istério managed to meet Rob Lossar and was very surprised by how different he was from the media's protrayal. He decided to help him and put all his skill in promoting this man's speech.
Istério met all kinds of supporters of Lossar, and amongst them, he met Asinalya Mayel. A strong tempered, young, beautiful woman. Being the father of two, he resisted for a time the attraction she managed to grow in him. Eventually, Isterio failed and fell into her arms and lived a hidden passion of 4 months with her, until he decided to break his couple. At that point, Asinalya Mayel changed totally. He realized she had lied about who she was and that she was a professional couple breaker, something Istério wouldn't have believed possible until then. She threatened to turn his life into a hell if Isterio was to reveal anything he had understood about her. Soon after, the IRS started harrassing Isterio.
Very soon, the IRS, using twisted and complicated lawful actions, managed to claim more money than Isterio could paid, and got him bankrupted. A friend of his convinced him to join the imperial space, where he could find a job and start a new life. Isterio tried to find other solutions, but eventually fled to the Empire, leaving his most beloved children behind.
He managed to reach the imperial space, and could find some work as a passenger shuttle pilot for a couple of months. He finally met the connections he had, and they connected him to the Imperial Navy. He worked as a privateer for the navy and went as far doing some reckon missions in federal space for them, and industrial spying.
His piloting skills grew hugely during this period, thanks to a dear friend he got in the imperial Navy. But He never accustomed himself to the Imperial mentality, though he could understand some of their views. But he also realized he would never become a true imperial : they would never trust him, and he would never trust them, nor would he feel loyal to a system he couldn't adhere to.
Everytime he could, he would travel within Federal space to get some news from his family. He managed to meet with Anori, the mother of his kids. The time of anger had passed, and she was more worried about her children being cut off from their father. They found an arrangement so that he could meet his children every time possible. She told him the news about his father being killed during a military exercise. That was the official reason, but quickly he connected that to an information he got from the Imperial Navy, about an "accidental" engagement between imperial and federal forces.
Since then Isterio is wandering through independant space, mostly escorting traders, often joining local militias to repel infestation of pirates or the claws of the Federation or the Empire, surviving piracy, sometimes bounty-hunting.
Although he looks empty when talked to, he's driven by a dream. He wants to find a place, free of political turmoils, free of the violence of anarchy systems, where he could build a small piece of heaven he would call home and where his family could join him.
Istério Larmakosa was born and spent most of his youth under the light of Tau Ceti. His father was a military officer stationed in that same system. His mother was a painter and art teacher. At a very young age, Istério displayed some skills in drawing and music. Although his father had taught him early the basics of piloting, he supported his son's enthusiasm for music. Young Istério soon met the local music business sharks and realized art was not just art, but also business. His talents were used for mediocre productions, and he quickly became disgusted by the mentality of this milieu.
He retired and took a small job in a financial company, as a temporary setback. There he met Anori Nayat, the woman who would later give him a son and a daughter and who he would spend the next 12 years with. Settled in a totally new line of job, administering data center, and programming all kinds of support and network applications, he didn't feel like he accomplished his destiny but found joy in watching his kids growing up. His routine provided him some time to get interests in all kinds of political matters, and started reading a lot. He realized soon that there was something wrong about the Federation. But he was seeing the rest of the universe as being far more evil.
Someday he took interest in a man who had been harassed, even beaten to death for his view, and was bullied by the media. Laws had been passed to make sure nothing he had to say could be heard or repeated. For some reason, Istério felt like siding with this man, despite not supporting his talks. Sure, the guy was saying things that weren't nice to hear and with which he had learn to disagree with from his younger age, and probably that guy was wrong to do so, but still, the guy was just talking and writing. He hadn't killed anyone, nor did he threaten to do so. He was actually the one in danger, while the media were showing him as a threat and never relayed agressions or murder attempts on him.
His curiousity peaked when he learned that this man would visit Tau Ceti, braving the strong presence of military forces and political superstars of all kinds. Istério managed to meet Rob Lossar and was very surprised by how different he was from the media's protrayal. He decided to help him and put all his skill in promoting this man's speech.
Istério met all kinds of supporters of Lossar, and amongst them, he met Asinalya Mayel. A strong tempered, young, beautiful woman. Being the father of two, he resisted for a time the attraction she managed to grow in him. Eventually, Isterio failed and fell into her arms and lived a hidden passion of 4 months with her, until he decided to break his couple. At that point, Asinalya Mayel changed totally. He realized she had lied about who she was and that she was a professional couple breaker, something Istério wouldn't have believed possible until then. She threatened to turn his life into a hell if Isterio was to reveal anything he had understood about her. Soon after, the IRS started harrassing Isterio.
Very soon, the IRS, using twisted and complicated lawful actions, managed to claim more money than Isterio could paid, and got him bankrupted. A friend of his convinced him to join the imperial space, where he could find a job and start a new life. Isterio tried to find other solutions, but eventually fled to the Empire, leaving his most beloved children behind.
He managed to reach the imperial space, and could find some work as a passenger shuttle pilot for a couple of months. He finally met the connections he had, and they connected him to the Imperial Navy. He worked as a privateer for the navy and went as far doing some reckon missions in federal space for them, and industrial spying.
His piloting skills grew hugely during this period, thanks to a dear friend he got in the imperial Navy. But He never accustomed himself to the Imperial mentality, though he could understand some of their views. But he also realized he would never become a true imperial : they would never trust him, and he would never trust them, nor would he feel loyal to a system he couldn't adhere to.
Everytime he could, he would travel within Federal space to get some news from his family. He managed to meet with Anori, the mother of his kids. The time of anger had passed, and she was more worried about her children being cut off from their father. They found an arrangement so that he could meet his children every time possible. She told him the news about his father being killed during a military exercise. That was the official reason, but quickly he connected that to an information he got from the Imperial Navy, about an "accidental" engagement between imperial and federal forces.
Since then Isterio is wandering through independant space, mostly escorting traders, often joining local militias to repel infestation of pirates or the claws of the Federation or the Empire, surviving piracy, sometimes bounty-hunting.
Although he looks empty when talked to, he's driven by a dream. He wants to find a place, free of political turmoils, free of the violence of anarchy systems, where he could build a small piece of heaven he would call home and where his family could join him.
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Leland Jason 'Lee' Fox:
He is a 24 year-old (It's been a long time since I was 24) who applied for service within the Federation's navy as a pilot. Having grew up on a Federation Member world with high-minded loyalist parents, Fox grew up with ideals of duty, honour, and loyalty to the Federation. He grew up most of his life as an idealist who believed in the mission of the Federation to unify member worlds under a single, peaceful government with democratic local governments on each world.
Once he reached eligible application age for the Federal Military, he immediately submitted his application for a position as a pilot, despite having only stepped inside non-combat ships during his childhood and adolescence, where his only combat "experience" was in simulators during his regular trips with his family on various space stations throughout the core systems.
He was rejected after having failed several aptitude tests for combat effectiveness in space. He decided not to re-apply after having been told he would need at least ten years of combat training before he could become a pilot, and he could not bear the idea of serving as low-level crew in the Navy due to adolescent pride.
After deciding to dedicate all of his resources to acquiring his own ship and starting out as an independent operator in Federation space, Fox spent the next six years of his life picking up a variety of menial jobs ranging from IT administration through to engineer's assistant, and even took a stint as a bartender on the surface of his home world.
It took him all six years, and after procuring his first ship (a battered old Sidewinder that had seen better days), he had very little credit left, and had to borrow an old class 2 fixed Pulse laser, but he was determined to make something of his choice of career, or die trying.
His first real launch will take place fairly soon.
He might have been a bit jaded by his Federal Navy application experience, but he was still willing to do some independent work for them.
(Side note: The character is loosely based on a similar-minded character from my own fiction universe, although because this is the Elite universe, his destiny is going to be far different no matter how successful I am at the game; Leland Jason 'Lee' Fox is an Admiral Of The Fleet in my fiction, having gotten there from bravery and inspired tactical management throughout his career as an officer, and having been recruited automatically as part of a process that exists for all eligible adolescents in the fiction's universe; He is an idealist who, while he has had to come to terms with reality, has had a chance to make his idealism work with the reality of the world he lives in while not compromnising his integrity).
The character is due for a bit of an awakening when he starts to discover things about the Federation he grew up believing in, but how he will deal with it will be revealed as time passes!
He is a 24 year-old (It's been a long time since I was 24
) who applied for service within the Federation's navy as a pilot. Having grew up on a Federation Member world with high-minded loyalist parents, Fox grew up with ideals of duty, honour, and loyalty to the Federation. He grew up most of his life as an idealist who believed in the mission of the Federation to unify member worlds under a single, peaceful government with democratic local governments on each world.Once he reached eligible application age for the Federal Military, he immediately submitted his application for a position as a pilot, despite having only stepped inside non-combat ships during his childhood and adolescence, where his only combat "experience" was in simulators during his regular trips with his family on various space stations throughout the core systems.
He was rejected after having failed several aptitude tests for combat effectiveness in space. He decided not to re-apply after having been told he would need at least ten years of combat training before he could become a pilot, and he could not bear the idea of serving as low-level crew in the Navy due to adolescent pride.
After deciding to dedicate all of his resources to acquiring his own ship and starting out as an independent operator in Federation space, Fox spent the next six years of his life picking up a variety of menial jobs ranging from IT administration through to engineer's assistant, and even took a stint as a bartender on the surface of his home world.
It took him all six years, and after procuring his first ship (a battered old Sidewinder that had seen better days), he had very little credit left, and had to borrow an old class 2 fixed Pulse laser, but he was determined to make something of his choice of career, or die trying.
His first real launch will take place fairly soon.
He might have been a bit jaded by his Federal Navy application experience, but he was still willing to do some independent work for them.
(Side note: The character is loosely based on a similar-minded character from my own fiction universe, although because this is the Elite universe, his destiny is going to be far different no matter how successful I am at the game; Leland Jason 'Lee' Fox is an Admiral Of The Fleet in my fiction, having gotten there from bravery and inspired tactical management throughout his career as an officer, and having been recruited automatically as part of a process that exists for all eligible adolescents in the fiction's universe; He is an idealist who, while he has had to come to terms with reality, has had a chance to make his idealism work with the reality of the world he lives in while not compromnising his integrity).
The character is due for a bit of an awakening when he starts to discover things about the Federation he grew up believing in, but how he will deal with it will be revealed as time passes!
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I have a number of character designs, each with their own back story. This is the back story of Commander Slythe:
I was born on an Imperial Industrial world* near one of the major space ports. My dad was quite well known in the local gangs as a talented safe breaker and my mum is the daughter of the leader of one of the larger gangs. My dad died of natural causes when I was about 13, so my brothers, sisters & I were brought up by my mum. My brothers and I were involved in various gangs operating around the space port and I was the leader of a small gang for a while. I've done quite a variety of jobs over the years, but recently I've mainly been into fencing goods. The local Patron used to be happy to look the other way in exchange for a few gifts from time to time as long as there was no obvious lawlessness on the streets. That changed suddenly when my older brother chatted up this girl at a party who turned out to be the Patron's daughter. The full force of the law descended on my family very suddenly and all my brothers are currently in jail on various charges. I escaped more by luck than judgement (which involved dropping from a second story window onto a pile of rubble and disappearing into the night) and my mother suggested it might be advisable to spend some time away from home until the heat dies down. So we acquired a second hand ship with the help of some friends of ours and now I'm earning what credits I can while staying as far away from Imperial space as possible. The Feds are prissy about quite a lot of things, but I reckon if I can get a fast ship and some decent contacts in Fed space I might be able to earn some good credits supplying their demands.
*Will pick a precise planet when we have the full data available on the starmap.
I was born on an Imperial Industrial world* near one of the major space ports. My dad was quite well known in the local gangs as a talented safe breaker and my mum is the daughter of the leader of one of the larger gangs. My dad died of natural causes when I was about 13, so my brothers, sisters & I were brought up by my mum. My brothers and I were involved in various gangs operating around the space port and I was the leader of a small gang for a while. I've done quite a variety of jobs over the years, but recently I've mainly been into fencing goods. The local Patron used to be happy to look the other way in exchange for a few gifts from time to time as long as there was no obvious lawlessness on the streets. That changed suddenly when my older brother chatted up this girl at a party who turned out to be the Patron's daughter. The full force of the law descended on my family very suddenly and all my brothers are currently in jail on various charges. I escaped more by luck than judgement (which involved dropping from a second story window onto a pile of rubble and disappearing into the night) and my mother suggested it might be advisable to spend some time away from home until the heat dies down. So we acquired a second hand ship with the help of some friends of ours and now I'm earning what credits I can while staying as far away from Imperial space as possible. The Feds are prissy about quite a lot of things, but I reckon if I can get a fast ship and some decent contacts in Fed space I might be able to earn some good credits supplying their demands.
*Will pick a precise planet when we have the full data available on the starmap.
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Keep them coming.
This right here, I'm already looking forward to meeting these Commanders out in the galaxy.
It'll be great once the factions and missions are up and running.
Commander Merf, so known because that was the pained sound she made when dock workers of Freeport came to clear away the wrecked remains of the Sidewinder "Scorching Wind" she arrived with. The nickname stuck, much because the crash left her without most of her memories leaving her without an actual name.
Seeing as she apparently could pilot spacecraft, came with full pilot augmentation implants (and quite a few other unregistered implants as well) registering with the pilots federation and getting her crashed sidewinder back into serviceable condition seemed the logical way forward. Apparently logic was something she was good at. Starship repair and maintenance as well apparently. Useful. So was having a decent size credit balance once her memory saw fit to release her access codes to her. Granted after getting the Scorching Wind, which had turned up to be an old model retrofitted to modern standards and featuring a decidedly hard to trace chassis number, back in servicable condition there wasn't much left, still enough to get started making (or is that remaking?) her fortune in the frontier of space. If only she did not have that nagging notion that she had been on the run from something or someone...
/Merf - Somewhere among the stars...
Seeing as she apparently could pilot spacecraft, came with full pilot augmentation implants (and quite a few other unregistered implants as well) registering with the pilots federation and getting her crashed sidewinder back into serviceable condition seemed the logical way forward. Apparently logic was something she was good at. Starship repair and maintenance as well apparently. Useful. So was having a decent size credit balance once her memory saw fit to release her access codes to her. Granted after getting the Scorching Wind, which had turned up to be an old model retrofitted to modern standards and featuring a decidedly hard to trace chassis number, back in servicable condition there wasn't much left, still enough to get started making (or is that remaking?) her fortune in the frontier of space. If only she did not have that nagging notion that she had been on the run from something or someone...
/Merf - Somewhere among the stars...
An unwilling alliance mole, on the run for a rhubarb related crime he didn't commit?
Awesome.
Awesome.
@Merf - I'll be sure to look out for you on landing.
SlackR
Banned
Commander SlackR reporting for duty sir, albeit several hours late!
Call sign : SlackR
Age : late 30's
Occupation: freelancer ...
Goals: to become an Elite pilot... To make enough money to keep on flying...
SlackR makes his way around the galaxy by going wherever the solar winds take him, picking up work along the way... Be that hauling, trading, escort work or even on occasion freedom fighting.
A laid back attitude towards a life in the stars does not make for a poor pilot... Money earned is always invested back into his ships and he is not a pilot you would want to be flying against!
Call sign : SlackR
Age : late 30's
Occupation: freelancer ...
Goals: to become an Elite pilot... To make enough money to keep on flying...
SlackR makes his way around the galaxy by going wherever the solar winds take him, picking up work along the way... Be that hauling, trading, escort work or even on occasion freedom fighting.
A laid back attitude towards a life in the stars does not make for a poor pilot... Money earned is always invested back into his ships and he is not a pilot you would want to be flying against!
Quake in your spaceboots, snivelling prey!
HaHA!
Ye thought ye could hide from me, Radiant Dawn, Scourge of the Seven Systems (well, eight if you count Styx). Well, I've found ye, on yer poxy forum! Things are going to be different from this day forth, let me tell ye.
Ye, with yer poxy pontificating about RED LIGHTS and GREEN LIGHTS in stations! The only light that matters is the harsh light of Radiant Dawn! Yes! T'is true!
Born the son of a Thargoid-Human crossbreed and the daughter of a Human-Thargoid crossbreed, I'm ALL PIRATE! Arrr!
Ask anyone who's met me about my flying skills! Well, ye can't, as they are all DEAD, obviously... so just take my word for it.
I'm the blackest blackguard you'll ever meet, and the LAST thing you'll ever see! When you tell your friends afterwards, they'll quake in fear too!
My trade is mayhem! My word is my bond! So when I say that cargo's all mine, ye'd best jettison every last bit of it... unless you're in a Lakon, or an Anaconda. In that case, 36 tonnes will do nicely, thank you! Then I'll BLOW YE TO KINGDOM COME, yes I will. If ye don't do as I say, I'll do far worse!
Prepare to be pillaged! Then pillaged to DEATH!
DEATH to all who defy me! Or do as I say! Death!
Yours sincerely,
Pirate Captain Radiant Dawn
c/o Mr Fibble DayCare
Level 450 East
Freeport
LP 98-132
HaHA!
Ye thought ye could hide from me, Radiant Dawn, Scourge of the Seven Systems (well, eight if you count Styx). Well, I've found ye, on yer poxy forum! Things are going to be different from this day forth, let me tell ye.
Ye, with yer poxy pontificating about RED LIGHTS and GREEN LIGHTS in stations! The only light that matters is the harsh light of Radiant Dawn! Yes! T'is true!
Born the son of a Thargoid-Human crossbreed and the daughter of a Human-Thargoid crossbreed, I'm ALL PIRATE! Arrr!
Ask anyone who's met me about my flying skills! Well, ye can't, as they are all DEAD, obviously... so just take my word for it.
I'm the blackest blackguard you'll ever meet, and the LAST thing you'll ever see! When you tell your friends afterwards, they'll quake in fear too!
My trade is mayhem! My word is my bond! So when I say that cargo's all mine, ye'd best jettison every last bit of it... unless you're in a Lakon, or an Anaconda. In that case, 36 tonnes will do nicely, thank you! Then I'll BLOW YE TO KINGDOM COME, yes I will. If ye don't do as I say, I'll do far worse!
Prepare to be pillaged! Then pillaged to DEATH!
DEATH to all who defy me! Or do as I say! Death!
Yours sincerely,
Pirate Captain Radiant Dawn
c/o Mr Fibble DayCare
Level 450 East
Freeport
LP 98-132
You are, without doubt, the worst pirate I've ever heard of.
But I will concede, I have heard of you.
Janx Galore!
Ain't sure if this is the right place fer this thread.
<looks skywards and hollers> Oy! Moderators d'ya not think this ain't better in Fan Creations?
Name's Frank! Frank by name, frank by nature. I ain't important enough fer no backstory. Ahm just a miner tryin' ta make his way in the galaxy. Honest as the day is long. (Well, some planets spin faster'n others)
I wuz out in the stars practising mah dodgin', an' a saw this Lakon. It wuz filled with Janx!
Ah donno what came over me but I wuz pounding on the hull of that ship with mah free-issue peashooter. The hull cracked an' there wuz Janx everywhere! More than enough ta drink, an' from me, that's sayin' somethin'.
Mah free-issue Sidewinder only got the space fer 4 canisters but that's better'n nothin'. So's I scoop up an' plots mah way ta the nearest station an' ah head there as quick as I can.
Even the most skillful steerin' of that there FrameShift drive an' the quickest land Ah ever did perform I wuz too late. Ah got thirsty on the way an' polished off the canisters. Ain't sure why ah bothered with the fast flyin' an' the landing. Must be cuz of the four canisters of Janx.
<sees nobody is listening> Ah guess this wuz more of a story fer the Thargoid an' Fer-de-Lance.
Ain't sure if this is the right place fer this thread.
<looks skywards and hollers> Oy! Moderators d'ya not think this ain't better in Fan Creations?
Name's Frank! Frank by name, frank by nature. I ain't important enough fer no backstory. Ahm just a miner tryin' ta make his way in the galaxy. Honest as the day is long. (Well, some planets spin faster'n others)
I wuz out in the stars practising mah dodgin', an' a saw this Lakon. It wuz filled with Janx!
Ah donno what came over me but I wuz pounding on the hull of that ship with mah free-issue peashooter. The hull cracked an' there wuz Janx everywhere! More than enough ta drink, an' from me, that's sayin' somethin'.
Mah free-issue Sidewinder only got the space fer 4 canisters but that's better'n nothin'. So's I scoop up an' plots mah way ta the nearest station an' ah head there as quick as I can.
Even the most skillful steerin' of that there FrameShift drive an' the quickest land Ah ever did perform I wuz too late. Ah got thirsty on the way an' polished off the canisters. Ain't sure why ah bothered with the fast flyin' an' the landing. Must be cuz of the four canisters of Janx.
<sees nobody is listening> Ah guess this wuz more of a story fer the Thargoid an' Fer-de-Lance.
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Well you better, cause I am not giving way.
That said, that initial crash was obviously not pilot error. Shot up ship, malfunctioning systems... you know how it can be. What is that you say? How I can remember that but not my name. Well I... um... well the post crash analysis brought those things up of course. Who performed it? Well I did! why are you giving me that look?
/Merf - Clearly faulty equipment. Clearly.